"Afeng, put down the knife," Di Lingzhi urgently pleaded, "His hatred is aimed at me. If he wants to kill or mutilate someone, let it be me, don't act rashly!"
"Shut up."
Nan Zhifeng chastised him again, also warning him with her gaze.
Di Lingzhi's heart burned with impatience, but he said no more.
"So for his sake, you're willing to die?" Ye Zhantian finally spoke, brimming with scorn, "Do you think if you die in front of me, I'll spare him?"
"Ye Zhantian, be reasonable..."
"I don't do reasonable," Ye Zhantian interrupted her, chuckling coldly, "The more you protect him, the more I want him dead."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his foot and viciously kicked Di Lingzhi.
Di Lingzhi fell to the ground and "pfft," a mouthful of fresh blood spilled out as he clutched his chest in excruciating pain, his expression twisted.
"Brother!"
Nan Zhifeng cried out in shock.
Seizing the moment of her distraction, Ye Dong swiftly snatched the knife from her.
